User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-26024035-20160423082130

The vole retrieved his dagger, cleaned, and sheathed it, before looking up at his new ally. "Right, well... I think 'tis about time we left." He plucked up his fat purse and tucked his crossbow under his fleshy arm, before nodding towards the outskirts... and the land beyond. "C'mon, I'll give ye th' gold wunce we're outta sight o' th' scum!" Without waiting for a reply, he started running.